Memories

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I walk through the streets of Cuba, Remembering whereI grew up. I remember where I played when I was a little boy. I standwhere I met my cousins And then I remember how they looked. I see a longgreen river, A river that looks like death. I remember my place of birth.I remember where my loved ones now lay in peace. I remember a small home,The home that I grew up in. I remember a deep blue flag With a redtriangle. The triangle of my flag. I remember my small island...CUBA.

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